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He snickers, tipsy and happy and stops thrusting wildly so he can kiss me softly, forcing me to crane my head at an unnatural angle to accommodate it. Then he slaps my bare ass and keeps going, working me to orgasm before I even realize what’s happening. I almost scream… it surprises me that much. It feels incredible and I can hardly breathe when he’s done.
He holds his hips against my body until his own orgasm subsides and then pulls out immediately, finding wet wipes in his bag which we both use to clean up.
“I WANT THAT PASSION!” Mackenzie yells and Nok and I look at each other wide-eyed.
“I’M STILL PASSIONATE!” Bobby replies and I have to clutch my stomach to stop me from choking on my laughter. Oh it hurts. My sides are splitting.
Nokosi and I undress in record time, getting into our matching onesies that his father purchased for us specifically for this trip because he thought it would be funny. We both look like teddy bears but now I’m under the blanket in his arms, fur on fur, I’m so happy Dasan did. I’m so snug and warm in a way I never would have been in normal pajamas.
He also gave us a talk on sex education… reminding us that sex equals babies and disease and all that stuff. It was really funny. Nokosi didn’t think so. I couldn’t stop laughing into my shirt.
I told him that I got the implant over a year ago, so he didn’t have to worry about becoming a granddaddy just yet. He called me smart then asked when he could meet my mother. Nokosi promptly removed me from the house before his father could start talking weddings next.
In Nokosi’s culture they aren’t supposed to have sex before marriage, but his father isn’t as strict as most. He understands his son’s needs to explore life a bit before settling down. But I also think he’s convinced that Nokosi will settle down with me. Apparently Locklear men marry young and usually always pick the right woman for them. I can’t say I’m completely opposed to the idea. Especially if I’m now off the hook with my past.
That would be fucking amazing.
“Remind me to thank your dad.”
“Uh-huh,” Nokosi drunkenly mumbles and relaxes when I trap my thigh between his.
Lilith
Bobby throws a napkin at Nokosi’s head, so I throw a butter knife at his face. He ducks and screams like a little girl. It misses by a mile, but it was never meant to hit him anyway.
“Pussy,” I comment, grinning at him as he rights himself and kicks the knife across the floor. It scrapes along the tiles before coming to a stop at Nash’s table leg. Nash who is currently on his phone with a serious look on his face.
We’re in a diner just off the route home after a long day and night and morning of camping. We had to leave first light because the storm changed course and by the time we packed up it was ready to rain hellfire down on us. The clouds are so thick and gloomy they look almost black. But overall it has been a great morning and now I’m treating them all to pancakes and whatever else they order. Because everyone is poor right now and I’m desperate for greasy food slathered in butter and syrup.
“How can you afford to pay for everyone’s breakfast when you don’t even have a job?” Mackenzie, who decided to sit opposite me, asks.
“How do you know I don’t have a job?”
She looks away for a moment, embarrassed. “Do you have a job?”
“Do you?”
“I do. I work for—”
“Didn’t ask, don’t care,” I respond, and she laughs around the word, “Bitch.”
Then she sobers and adds, “You didn’t answer my question.”
I tap my nose and sip my coffee. It’s not the best but it will do.
“You’re super evasive,” she comments, her smile fading now. “In a bad way not a good way.”
I stare her down, wondering what her deal is. “And you’re super nosy, in a bad way… not a good way.”
She looks away, out of the window, and chews on her lip. After a moment she apologizes but it sounds insincere and forced. “I’m not the best company in the mornings. I don’t like not knowing things.”
“I can tell,” Nokosi says, having my back as always.
She ignores him and continues. “I just find it all a bit weird.”
“What?” Bobby asks, looking at the girl who is sitting to his right.
Joseph and Mack’s friend, the giggler, are sitting opposite Nash on the other table looking over with inquisitive gazes.
“That a new girl rolls into town and throws actual cash at a fancy school that costs thousands per semester, a furnished house in the richer side of town, yet no job to speak of.” She shrugs her shoulders.
